Today is for Nichita – The poet

Poetry Poetry is the eye that weeps it is the shoulder that weeps. It is the hand that weeps the eye of the hand that weeps It is the weeping sole the eye of the weeping heel. O, you friends, poetry is not tears It is the act of weeping – weeping from eyes not […]

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Nichita Stãnescu – poet #poetry

Sentimental story Then we met more often. I stood at one side of the hour, you at the other, like two handles of an amphora. Only the words flew between us, back and forth. You could almost see their swirling, and suddenly, I would lower a knee, and touch my elbow to the ground to […]

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Nichita Stănescu – The Poet

Today is his birthday. He would have been 85 years old. Nichita, The Poet, loved. He walked on the path of transcendence – words transcending the words. “Wheel with a Single Spoke and Other Poems” – translated from the Romanian by Sean Cotter Archipelago Books, 2012 From a review of the book “Wheel with a […]

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Nichita – A şaptea elegie

A şaptea elegie  Opţiunea la real   Trăiesc în numele frunzelor, am nervuri, schimb verdele pe galben şi mă las pierit de toamnă. În numele pietrelor trăiesc şi mă las cubic bătut în drumuri cutreierate de repezi maşini. Trăiesc în numele merelor şi am şase sîmburi scuipaţi printre dinţii tinerei fete duse cu gîndul tot […]

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Nichita

În anul 1985 am cumpărat o carte: Amintiri din prezent. Aşa îşi intitulase rubrica deţinută în revista “Argeş” (între 1970 şi 1973) Nichita Stănescu.  Şi tot aşa a intitulat Gheorghe Tomozei acest volum de “proze eseistice şi jurnaliere semnate de marele poet”. Îl descoperisem uluită pe Nichita în timp ce colegii mei de liceu – […]

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